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I looked to the shadow in my hands. My hands looked different. More different than It used to be.

My hands looked as if they are being drawn.

Or they are being erased by the painter.

So as my eyes. I can feel a slight difference in them.

It's one of two. I EITHER, have lost my mind. Or, my heart had changed it way of seeing things to the point of where I see my eyes, and my hands differently.

I longer want the things to be as before. It's OK if I got left down now. It's OK if ibgut pushed now It's OK if I got sick now. And it's OK if I never knew what I will do with my life. Now and for good. Now and for good.

feel nothing. Be something. Do everything. These are the things that I can take right now .

I am dissaperaing from the reality I have created. To a one where I can't see myself but in mirrors.